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Aizawa x daughter!reader - get through this together

Could you write a dadzawa in which he has a teen daughter (she is biological) but she is depressed and maybe she was thinking abould hurting herself but Aizawa stopped her? - Anon💜

TW: mentions of attempted self harm and depression

You had never been one to talk about your emotions, your struggles, and in a way you very much took after your dad in that sense.

You had been struggling for a while, and you were great at hiding it through smiles and laughter, always keeping yourself busy whether it was with friends, school work, hobbies, or spending time with you dad, there wasn’t many occasions you were alone.

But, like now, when you were alone you were forced to sit in your own company.

Sit with your own mind, and it slowly take over, the negative thoughts, the dark and twisted thoughts that you hated thinking about slowly ran riot around your brain.

Eventually you find yourself sitting in your bathroom, clutching tightly for any shred of happy thought or positive emotion that would help light your way from the darkness as tears ran down your face.

You had been struggling for so long, looking for anything that would help you, and nothing you tried ever worked, they always came back.

So, now you sit, a small but sharp knife you had taken from the kitchen, clutching it in a white knuckle grip.

You didn’t want to scar your own skin.

You didn’t want to be the reason that you were bleeding.

You didn’t want to actually do this.

But your brain was taking you too, almost screaming at you to.

It was telling you this was the only way you would feel normal, the only thing that would make it all better, that you should just do it because nobody would notice if you did.

Slowly the dark thought began to win the silent battle you were having with yourself, and you slowly raised it to your arm with a trembling hand.

You were so confused and focused on this you weren’t paying attention to anything else around you.

Which mean you didn’t know your phone had been ringing in your room, or the fact your dad had all but come running home from where he was stood trying to call you in the shop.

You didn’t know that he had searched the entire house for you until he saw you through the slight gap in the bathroom door.

Slowly he approached, kneeing down just in front of you and he wrapped his hands around yours holding the knife.

“No…” Aizawa spoke quietly.

You slowly up and looked at him, he wore a worried look on his face, his gaze fully fixated on the knife in your hand.

“Give me the knife…” he quietly commanded.

The moment your grip loosened on it he took it and slide it behind him, and he immediately started checking you for injuries.

“You’re okay… you’re okay…” he whispered.

Aizawa wasn’t sure if he was whispering it for your sake or for his, maybe it was for both of you, but he kept repeating it as he checked your arms.

When he didn’t see any wounds or any scars, he was quickly to pull you into his arms, pressing your head to his shoulder.

“I’m here… I’ve got you…” he whispered.

Something about those words just seemed to make the dam you had built inside of you snap, you threw your arms around Aizawa, and sobbed heavily into his chest.

His heart shattered at the sound of your sobs, and he held you tighter, resting his chin on the top of your head, running a hand up and down your back trying to comfort you.

“Let it all out kiddo… I’ve got you…”

As you carried on sobbing into your dad’s chest, he shuffled a little so he could sit down, pulling you against him so he could hold you in a tight but comforting embrace.

“Whatever you’re going through… whatever’s going on… we can get through this okay? Together. Just.. just never hurt yourself… please.. please never hurt yourself…” he spoke quietly.

“I’m sorry…”

Aizawa gently shushed you, holding you a little tighter.

“It’s okay… we’ll get through this okay? When you’re ready we’ll talk about whatever’s going on, about what we can do to help.”

You gave a small nod, and Aizawa let out a small breath, making sure to keep a tight hold on you.

He was fully prepared to sit with you all night, no matter how tired he was, or how early he had to be up tomorrow, you were the most important person to him, and if you had to sit in the bathroom floor all night, then that’s what he would do

Built to Fall

Pairing: Papa Emeritus II x Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Platonic relationships, techincally male reader but the gender doesn’t really matter, implied/referenced self-harm, no self harm actually occurs, referenced verbal abuse, mentions of alcoholism/substance abuse, family issues, emotional hurt/comfort, found family, crying, angst, fluff, soft secondo, cuddling, literal sleeping together, father/child relationships, bad italian translations, pet names, physical affection, no beta we die like nihil, etc. 

A/N: oops. i have issues. i keep forgetting to put this on tumblr. enjoy i guess lol 

WC: 3349

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I’m sorry Popia but I’m not on the square I’m on the spectrum

DOODLES

— Who hurt you?

— yandere dad-ghost x gn teenager reader

Summary || You come home bloodied and bruised from school. While getting patched up by your dad, you reveal things

A/N || This is one of my favorite fics atm. Idk why but seeing soft dad ghost?? Yeah. That's how to do, my heart is. Anyway, enjoy 😉

Warnings || details of being hurt/bullied, blood, hints that ghost kills, and comfort.

Copper and sharpie. That’s all you can smell. The stench has embossed itself on your clothes, your flesh, and inside your nostrils. It was embarrassing really, coming home after being chased by bullies. 

They slapped you to the ground. Laughed in your face as the girls kept you from getting up, sitting directly on your chest. They pulled out permanent markers and drew foul things on your face, arms, and legs. 

Knead your stomach and kicked you. All you wanted was to hang out with them.

Silence settles between the bathroom, hearing your dad — Simon Riley, Ghost or a big Kodiak bear you like to call him, go through his bedroom, the sounds of his drawers opening and closing as he huffs loudly.

You heard the cruel rumors of your reputation. It was a gnawing sort of feeling of betrayal. One that ate away at your very soul and left nothing but pain in its wake. The action alone may not be the worst thing in the entire world. But what made betrayal ache was that in the past, in its place, was trust.

The rumors of you spread like a disease; whispers in the school of ‘slut’ and ‘freak’. Everyone looked at you like something else. Even teachers scoffed at you. You thought you could handle it, until today. It’s expected for your favorite shirt to be stained — again. 

You didn’t want to hear your dads voice. Him being incredibly disappointed in you. 

You leaned your head on the back of the toilet, chewing the inside of your cheek as you waited for him to come in. It was long, just like the torture you’d endured hours before. 

“What happened?” 

You stayed quiet, continuing to look up at the white ceiling before turning your head to the side, looking at him in the doorway with half-lidded eyes. He’s leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed against his chest; almost like he’s disappointed. But his voice says otherwise. 

“Kiddo, what happened?” he re-asks, his boots creaking with the shift in weight distribution, floorboards straining as he walks across the space toward you. 

You stayed quiet, making him stare at you before sighing. 

He opened the bottom of the sink, grabbed the med kit and seized the necessary items before turning on the faucet, grabbing another dark rag due to the one you’re holding already used; stained with markers, blood, and some snot.  

Your dad clicked his tongue, “What the hell happened?”

“M’ don’t wanna talk about it,” 

“You worried me,” your dad voiced, using your name. You considered his words carefully, staring at your lap, legs, and arms littered with all kinds of marks. 

“You also worry too much,” you pointed out, watching him kneel before you. 

He steals your words from your mouth when his huge hand settles around the bloodied rag in your palm. He doesn’t speak; at first, silence hangs between you, once again as throws it away; grabbing the cloth into the sink. Then, he soaks it until it’s dripping, droplets pinging off the surface, and wrings it out. His dorsal muscles ripple beneath the backs of his palm, veins a ballpoint color and standing out against his pale skin.

“You didn’t answer your phone,” he directs, carefully holding the damp fabric and slowly reaching for your face. “I thought something happened. Which did.”

You stayed quiet for a second. “… I didn’t mean to scare you,” you whisper. 

You can see his brown eyes narrow, his mind occupied by something. Clearly, he’s angry. And who wouldn’t? Finding your kid barely able to stand up, laying against the wall for help covered in bruises and blood, was a frightening sight. Especially with his type of job, anything is possible. 

The pressure of the cloth against your face is so delicate, almost like he’s appearing afraid to hurt you — gently brushing away the flecks of blood in your hairline as well as the drawings. He shakes his head gently, considering your words. “Not your fault, kiddo.”

He then grabbed your arm, rotating your wrist as he examined the bruises and forming – you watched his face fill with fury.

“Who did this to you?” he seethed, voice deep and low, a tone you’d heard not so much before. 

You shook your head, clearly not in the mood to talk about it. But it didn’t satisfy him, he called your name, demanding you to look at him. Tears were already falling before more words curled out of his mouth.

At long last, finally with the adrenaline and frightened state going away, you let your guard down, letting tears pour down your eyes. It stung, face hurting more than you’d like. But you didn’t care. You needed to cry.

Your hands went up to wipe away the tears, but before you can hit your sore cheeks, he’s capturing you in his arms and pulling you to his chest. He doesn’t say anything, letting your head rest on his shoulder. All you required at this moment was to be held, to know you were loved. And that he wasn’t mad — never at you. 

He rubbed your back, kissing the side of your head as you cried out more — sobbing turned into occasional hiccups and gasps, then sniffles and permanent hiccups that he would occasionally let out a chuckle on. 

“Ready to talk about it, kid?” He asks cautiously, prodding but patient. You only sigh softly before looking up at him, quickly noticing the snot and tears stained into his gray hoodie. 

“It’s just…” you pause, trying to find the right words to say. “Things have been rough, lately. School has been hard. Everything seems to be going wrong. Especially with the other kids.”

His eyes squint as he listens to you speak, the hazel color meeting your own, leaving you choking in your words. He’s your dad. You shouldn’t be afraid of telling him. But what if—?

“—And I know that being a teenager is hard. But, I can’t do it anymore. I don’t want to see them.” you trail off, a shuddering breath escaping your lips as you feel your eyes swell up once more.

His thumb catches them before they fall, however, and you smile at him for a moment before continuing.

“I’m scared to go back,” you whisper brokenly. 

For a moment, the bathroom is silent, but all at once your dad’s arms are tightly around you in a hug. All-encompassing, it only makes you cry once more. Your head slumps over, forehead pressing into his shoulder – his hand pressing against the back of your neck.

“How long has it been happening?” 

You shrug your shoulders, digging yourself deeper into his shoulder. “Long enough, I guess…”

“Kiddo…” he starts, sighing out of defeat. “Shit- I’m sorry for not noticing. Le’s keep you home, mkay’?” 

“Okay,” you whisper, but that’s good enough for him. His hands started rubbing your back, before reaching over for the rag on the counter — continuing to clean up the stained marks and your irritated cheeks.

“Do you need me to do anything?” he says, his tone hardened. From the looks of it, he had a plan. But, you knew or not. His face was unreadable at times. 

You shook your head, before hissing out at the soaped cloth on your cheek. He gently moved your hair out of the way, just enough to expose the wound near your eye. 

“Sorry. Need to make sure it won’t get infected.” 

Before you know it, he was done. Already putting the first aid kit back under the sink and throwing the used cloth into the wash. “Tell ya’ what,” he says, making you raise your eyebrows. Though, he pulled his cracked-screen phone from his pocket, the exact one he’s had for years and the one you’ve begged to get a new one. 

He offers it to you, already on the phone on. More often or not, he didn’t let you snoop through it. Licensed files detailed in the phone. Plus, the last time you played a prank on him with it, he grounded you — for two weeks. 

“W-hat do you want me to… do?” you stammered questioningly, hesitantly grabbing it before looking at the screen. Then back at him.

“Order pizza. Get whatever you want.”

Your eyes widened, a smile widening to which he chuckled at. “There you are,” he says fondly, hand brushing your hair back. “You get whatever, yeah?”

“Okay,” you say, the first true smile forming today.

You got up, eagerly running out of the bathroom and downstairs as Simon yelled a small ‘watch it!’. As he gets up from his knees, he walked into his office – making sure to hear that you’re calling the pickup line before ringing Price.

He immediately answered, asking what he needed. From the way you described their name-calling, the images of you sobbing as he held you, anger filled his veins, knuckles turning white as he clenched his fist with rage. 

“I need a favor.” 

And weeks later, the news began talking about a murder spree – snapping you out of your thoughts, only to see both of your ex-friends, and those teachers on TV. A pang of guilt set through you. But, beside you, your dad had a huge smile; one that was promising to never let anyone hurt you.

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 Your Friends Vs Your Best Friend

Our Little Brother

Asgard is a very strange place, at least that’s what Y/N thinks. The third son of Odin and Freya sometimes wonders how can pass as an Asgardian.

The population of warriors clashes with Y/N’s personality perfectly. The latter, as the God of Nature, is petit and plump figure, along with his shy and kind personality, he couldn’t be more different than his people.

“Y/N, my dearest flower, what has you so troubled?”

Ah, his mother, Y/N loves his mother dearly, she is the strongest woman that he knows. Freya taught Y/N a lot of things, thanks to her he became a master in healing magic.

When he was younger, Thor and Loki joked that Y/N was a mama’s boy, but they found it very cute.

“Nothing too troublesome, mother, I’m just worried about them.”

Them, Y/N is referring to his father and brothers. The three of them were at some war campaign, Y/N doesn’t remember, he never liked wars anyway.

But, the fought of losing his brothers and father breaks his hart. Every time this happened, Y/N worried that they wouldn’t come back.

Y/N loved his brothers dearly, Thor and Loki were his heroes, always protecting him, always making sure he was all right.

They were so different, but yet, so alike. Thor was an extrovert, a booming force, perhaps a little childish, but he had a good heart.

Loki, he was closed off, some would say he was mean and evil, but, there was no denying, he was extremely intelligent. Always ready to defend Y/N if he needed it. You don’t want to get on his bad side…

“Why are crying, my dearest brother, who hurt you?”

One time, when Loki discovered someone was making fun of his brother because of his weight, Loki cursed them, and Y/N never so his bully again.

And Thor, he didn’t mind physically fighting someone who offended his brother.

“Y/N, we’re back!”

After hearing his brother’s booming voice, Y/N ran to the throne room. Finding, his brothers and father, still in their armours.

He practically jumped in Loki’s arms, the God of Mischief wrapping his arms around Y/N, to stabilise him.

“You’re such a baby sometimes, Y/N. Did you miss me that much?” Loki teased.

“Shut up! I know you like it!”

“Don’t I get a hug?” Thor asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

After hugging and kissing Loki loads, Y/N jumped into Thor’s strong arms. The eldest brother spinning him, laughing like a child.

“He has blossomed into a handsome young man.” Y/N heard his father whisper to his mother.

Y/N loved moments like this, where they could all be together, like a true family.

Sure, they weren’t perfect, but they were his family. And Y/N loved his family with all his heart.

Hi there!

I saw that your requests are open :D

May I ask for hcs or a little scenario, if you wish, of how Swiss and Mountain would react to seeing reader (he/they pronouns, if possible) up really really late because of nightmares and insomnia? I’m thinking about fluff and platonic relationships! (Cuddles? Little kisses? Yes please)

Thank you so much for your time and for your writing! writing! 🖤

❝kiss the nightmares away❞

➵ “i’ll be your little sunshine.” —❤︎

pairing: swiss and mountain x male!reader (he/they)

theme: fluff ✿

a/n: first of all, i hope you’re doing well hon, i hope this fic can soothe some potential nerves you have there <3 i hope this fic met your standards. and tbh it can be read as platonic or romantic so i didn’t use the platonic tag

cw: insomnia sucks, that’s really it. swiss and mountain are very caring for the reader here

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his head hurt so much.

normally, the insomnia never got this bad— but tonight was a particularly shitty night. not only was his day at the ministry rather rough, but y/n had just experienced a chilling nightmare that still sent shivers down his spine— which only worsened the effects of their sleep condition.

it was anything but pleasant, but he hates to say that this wasn’t the first time this has happened.

insomnia was a bitch, but they have grown accustomed to dealing with it on their own— even if it sucked.

sighing heavily, y/n’s feet carried him through the ministry halls and into the kitchen, in hopes to find a snack that’ll soothe his mind and hopefully calm his nerves down.

the fridge door swung open and y/n grabbed the nearest thing on the shelf, not even bothering to look at what he had just grabbed— or the label for that matter.

just as y/n was about to open whatever container he snagged— the sound of someone clearing their throat made y/n whip his head around to find the source of the sound.

“you know you’re holding a jar of mayonnaise, right, sweetie?”

confused, y/n turned his head to the entrance of the kitchen, and was met with a familiar multi ghoul leaning against the door frame. swiss, with his arms crossed, looked at them in an almost amused manner.

y/n looked down at his hands to see that he was indeed, holding a jar of mayonnaise. he didn’t even notice, he was probably way too tired to even function. sighing heavily, he opened the fridge and put it back inside.

“sorry, i didn’t notice.” y/n responded, looking downcast to avoid swiss’ gaze

“i can tell.” swiss replied back with a cheeky tone, before he made his way over to y/n. he could already tell something was up.

“so what are you doing up so late?” swiss asked, his tone of voice shifting into a more caring one. y/n didn’t respond, his silence was already a good enough answer for swiss, and the multi ghoul sighed.

“that bad, huh?”

“it’s always bad, swiss. but tonight has just really fucked me over.”

swiss let out another heavy breath of concern, and brought his large, clawed hand to gently rub y/n’s back— who was currently hunched over the kitchen island, head bent down. it was the most he could do to comfort the poor boy.

at that moment, heavy, but gentle footsteps, made their way into the kitchen, causing both y/n and swiss to look over at the kitchen.

it was mountain. he must’ve heard one of them come down to the kitchen. tilting his head in confusion, he turned to swiss.

“what’s going on?” the earth ghoul asked, almost innocently.

“insomnia is kicking y/n’s ass again.” swiss replied back, his tail flicking a bit as he spoke. he then went back to rubbing y/n’s back.

“damn right it is.” y/n groaned out, his forehead resting against the table as he just let swiss rub his back.

mountain just let out an ‘ah’ at Swiss’ answer. he felt bad for the poor boy, he knew how bad insomnia could get at times. all he knew now was that y/n needed some comfort.

the drummer turned to look at the vocalist, and the two exchanged a knowing look before nodding at each other. at that moment, the earth ghoul scooped up y/n in his strong arms, cradling him like a baby— which made them yelp from the sudden change.

“what the—!? hey what are you guys doing??” y/n asked almost suspiciously, wondering what in hell these two ghouls had in mind.

“what do you think, honey?” swiss said from behind mountain, peeking over the earth ghoul’s shoulder to look at y/n. “we’re going to help you.”

it wasn’t long until the trio reached mountain’s room. y/n breathed in the fresh aroma of healing herbs and fresh water, must’ve been from the decorative plants in mountain’s room.

being the gentle giant he was, mountain carefully placed y/n on the center of his queen sized bed, and it wasn’t long until the two ghouls were all over y/n.

swiss was cuddled up on the right side of y/n’s body, his head buried under the curve of their neck, while his arms proceeded to wrap around y/n’s waist and his legs tangled in the other’s. mountain then moved to y/n’s left side, his chest pressing against the smaller boy’s back softly while he draped his long arms over y/n’s and swiss’ bodies to move them closer to him. the earth ghoul’s tail was also wrapped around y/N’s leg affectionately.

the position was… oddly comfortable, and it was quite serene too. it put y/n’s mind at ease, and his muscles visible relaxed after being stiff for so long. both swiss and mountain took notice of this, and started to purr lovingly— the vibrations of their purrs only serving to further heal y/n.

“this is nice…” y/n muttered out softly, to which swiss chuckled slightly.

“told ya we’d help, pretty boy.” swiss teased back slightly, making y/n only rolled his eyes at him.

“oh shut up.” they retorted, eliciting a chuckle from mountain, who rested his chin on top of y/n’s head.

“alright, simmer down you two. i think we all need to sleep. especially you, y/n.” mountain said with a more firm, but soft tone, making both swiss and y/n nod.

swiss couldn’t resist, but he pressed a soft kiss onto y/n’s cheek to help comfort him, which in turn made them giggle from the ticklish feeling. mountain let out another chuckle and placed a kiss on top of y/n’s head, purring softly right after.

y/n definitely wasn’t expecting his night to go like this. being pulled into a cuddle pile with the flirty multi ghoul, swiss— and the sweet and gentle earth ghoul, mountain.

his insomnia was definitely bad.

but these two ghoul’s provided enough comfort for him to make him feel safe.

and that feeling was enough to allow his mind drift off into a dreamless, but peaceful sleep, appreciating the warmth of another’s arms.